A Poem for Day Twenty-One
The giving of gifts
is a lovely thing
An artful practice
and kind custom
of affection
The well-chosen token
pleases the giver
and (of course) the one
who receives
But let's be honest
There are times
we find ourselves
at a loss
Out of time
Short on ideas
(not to mention
cash)
We follow through
but feel a bit
feeble about
our attempt
It is a rare joy
to choose a gift
so well
we simply cannot wait
to give it
And in this vein
I think of you
The perfect knowing
of our need
The time and thought
in preparation
This gift
It cost you
Yet severity
of toll
did not
dissuade
You
Spectacular munificence
on display
Reveled in
the gift
you gave
-lisa, 21 December, 2013
2 comments:
You have such a gift with words! (I had to look up munificence. 😉 Great word!)
Thank you, Alisa. I also like that (new to me) word :)
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